A Chaotic Mind

A Cage

I'm probably twenty, but I don't think it's likely.

My body grows up daily, yet my mind never feels fully.

I used to think I could open memories with a key.

Until one day, a child calls me auntie.

I'm told that maturity can vary.

but all come with responsibility.

That child stands on his tiptoe, but he is just higher than my knee.

For a moment, I realise I'm no longer a baby.

Since childhood, I think growing up will make me free.

How could I know that freedom also needs fees?

I walked past the valley of my teenage years happily.

never knew that the door back to safety was shutting down slowly.